Productivity versus presence.
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The Unspoken Conversation It starts quietly. A question you didn’t expect. Not from someone—but from the water. That subtle moment before you act—the breath before the plunge, the hesitation before the yes—can reveal more than we realize. Sometimes, it’s a whisper from something deeper, asking to be heard. The water offers one of life’s most honest mirrors. Not just your reflection, but your relationship with uncertainty, with trust, with yourself. What if your relationship with the water…
Hit Reset I gave up. That’s the thought I couldn’t shake as waves crested over the bow on our boat ride back to the marina—25 hours after I’d first pushed off into Lake Memphremagog. What does it mean to not finish—again? I had pushed off into a headwind at 3 PM the day before with 50 miles ahead of me. Through the night, I swam under stars, imagining I was playing tag with the boat, warmed by lemon ginger tea and imagining that I was snuggling with my kids. Eventually the wind shifted to…
You can’t hold the water. In my last post, I wrote about how swimming isn’t just about getting to the side—it’s about giving yourself permission. To slow down. To feel. To stop performing. That permission doesn’t end in the shallow end. I don’t just teach swimming. I help people rewrite their relationship with the water—and often, with themselves. And this isn’t just about beginners. Even experienced swimmers can find themselves gripping, striving, trying to get it “right.” How do you carry…
Hi there, If you’ve been curious about joining The Water’s Edge, this is a great moment to dip your toes in. Our community is growing stronger and more connected—and we’d love to have you with us! Here’s what’s happening this month inside the membership: Flow Prone Bonus Call – Tomorrow!Are you familiar with the state of presence, ease, and full engagement known as flow? In this special session we’ll review the flow cycle and explore the internal and external conditions that make the flow…
Do you feel like you’re doing the same thing over and over? I do. With my little swimmers, and my adult swimmers. Humming. Lobster. Books. Spearfish. Streamline. Whale fin. Wing. Over and over and over. But that’s the point. Each time we do it again is a chance to notice something new. To let the body feel a little more. To choose presence over performance. Each stroke becomes an opportunity to meet the moment, rather than rush through it. But in life, I forget. I want instant results. And…
Time moves in circles How can the same 24 hours feel so incredibly long? Yesterday had 24. The day before too. But now—on the eve of my 50-mile swim—time moves slowly, each moment stretched… Here I sit, exactly 24 hours before we head to the dock to set out for my 50-mile swim. I know this moment will never happen again—no moment ever will—but this one feels particularly poignant. The last few weeks have been vacation hours: soaking up the big city of Boston, then maritime meanderings in…